Just like Magic Part 2 - The long way back - Sex Stories

Just like Magic Part 2 - The long way back

... at me, eyes boring into mine “Drink and sex,” Immediately she turned away from me letting go of my hand “Excuse me,” she called to one the bartenders “would you call me a taxi,” She returned to our previous spot and poured a final glass of champagne. As though the last ten minutes had never happened she started talking yet again about French cinema. Surprised my disappointed pussy demanded I return to the bathroom but my self control wasn't that low. I tried to chat as we had before but she could see that I wasn't interested in cinema any more. We talked for a few minutes before a waitress came over to tell Katrina that her taxi had arrived. Standing she thanked her and gathered her purse. Once she was ready to go she looked back down at me and said one word “coming?” The smile on my face let her know that she had me. It had taken a few hours and a lot of booze but this woman had proved one thing, it wasn't just men my new body reacted to. Taking her proffered hand I allowed myself to be led like a child to the taxi. She kissed me, in the taxi. It was the first time anyone had kissed my lips since Virgil had remade them. They had sucked cock but a kiss was a first, it was nice. Her hands were nice too, playing with me, teasing me through my clothes. I tried to do the same, my hands caressing her thighs, her arms, her neck but when a questing finger tried to near her hidden pussy she slapped it away playfully and mouthed “Not yet,” I imagine this was quite distracting for ...

... the driver but he managed to get us to her hotel. It was a new place, I had read about it in the Metro. Four star and very large the Albion's lobby was lit up and reception was fully open, it was only a little past twelve after all. Taking my hand once more Katrina led me to the elevator and up to he top floor. Her room wasn't the pent house but it was still impressive. Glass covered the whole of the outside wall, one giant window. The bed was pretty giant as well. The door had barely shut before her dress slipped down her shoulders to crumple round her feet. The lingerie beneath was white as well, stockings, suspenders and all. My own top came off pretty damn fast. She helped me take the skirt off, kneeling in front of me and pulling it down around my ankles so that her face was level with my sex. Without warning her tongue dove in, arrow straight and hard she darted into my pussy. I mewed with pleasure, pressing her head against me. She knew how to lick a pussy and my pussy was begging to be licked, my juices started to drip down my legs and I mewed again as she left my desperate cunny to lap it up. It took only a moment for her tongue to be replaced by a hand though, those teasing hands. I was moaning like a whore, not even trying to keep quiet as she drove me nearer and nearer to the orgasm I couldn't give myself at the bar rising me higher and higher until, quite suddenly, she stopped. “Not yet slut,” she pushed me away leaving me unfulfilled “What happened to darling?” I ...